A song made by enokykouakoudiokoua
A song made by enokykouakoudiokoua
Yeah, yeah
B Didi in the building
But he ain't really spitting, uh
Yo B Didi, my guy, you think you got bars
But your flow so weak it won't take you far
You call yourself a rapper, that's a stretch for real
Your rhymes so basic, they ain't got no appeal, skrrt
You stay in the booth doing maimounan all day
Pretending you the next big thing, no way
Your verses sound like homework you didn't prepare
B Didi the fake rapper, walking on air, yeah
B Didi, B Didi, you ain't no rap star
You doing maimounan, won't get you far
B Didi, B Didi, your flow is a mess
But we still love you, homie, no stress, let's go
You record twenty takes just to get one line right
Your punch lines so soft, they don't even bite
You think you Drake but you sound like a broken tape
B Didi the pretender, making big mistakes, uh
Your ad-libs louder than your actual verse
Your career in rap? Man, that's a curse
But keep trying, my brother, one day you might learn
Till then we roasting you at every turn, no cap
B Didi, B Didi, you ain't no rap star
You doing maimounan, won't get you far
B Didi, B Didi, your flow is a mess
But we still love you, homie, no stress, sheesh
B Didi, keep dreaming, gang
Maybe one day, yeah
But today? Nah, it's lit